Posted on 08/09/2008 4:09:28 PM PDT by flushed with pride
Anthropology teaches us that all societies have their various subgroups, each with it's own beliefs, rituals and idiosyncracies. Now here in America we have the Democrat Party, broad in ethnic and cultural scope; and enjoying a sizeable enough segment of the population that they can sway the course of government without worrying about such petty triflings as election laws, accounting procedures, or the parliamentary rules of order. And within the upper eschelons of the Party-of-the-People there exists a new stratum of the elite: The Baby-Daddy. To make it into this good-ole-boys-club, one must first be a member in good standing of the philanderer's club, and then one must pass through the ancient and sacred rite of passage known as 'knocking-up the skank'. With the recent uncovering of John Edwards secret life by the venerable National Enquirer (the new Official News of Record), the former Veep candidate now joins that ever-expanding fraternity of Democrat-Baby-Daddies (sure, he's denying paternity now, but the test results at this point are just a formality). Another fellow member in this prestigious club is His Holiness the Rt. Rev. Jesse Jackson. The Rev. is not content to be merely a run-of-the-mill member, but sought out higher honors by putting in the necessary overtime to become a triple-honoree, his seed having found purchase in multiple precincts. His long-suffering wife LaKeesha or Shaquilla or whatever her name is has learned to expect the joyous news of a new Jackson to financially support (on the down-low) every fortnight or so. Usually Jesse delivers the announcement accompanied with a nice diamond and fur encrusted consolation gift (Hey Elizabeth Edwards, are you listenin'? Make him pay, girlfriend!). It has been rumored for years that none other than Bill Clinton was a member of the Democrat-Baby-Daddies, and that the child in question was of mixed race (!); but since the mom conveniently moved to another continent (all expenses paid by a mysteriously unknown benefactor) and both Clinton and the Baby-Mama refused to submit for proper testing, the D-B-Ds are withholding his membership card and refusing to reveal to him both the secret handshake and password. But don't stress over it, Bill. You're still a young and virile guy and with a little gumption on your part, you'll make it yet.
Gone to Obama, hah hah hah!
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